Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.